Things were not going well in the meeting. Rachel was being a tirade and everyone else was stressing. Kurt had tried to keep a cool head, but he was finding it hard. They had just received news that Santana had possibly received financial support from an unknown source, to fund her magazine for another year while they went into rescue mode to save her magazine. The news had sent the room into chaos and Kurt knew that he had to get out before their hysteria became contagious and infected him as well.

Kurt rubbed his forehead slowly, a headache starting to form from all the noise. He rose from his chair and headed towards the door.

"Is everything set for the meeting tonight?" Rachel asked following Kurt. He sighed inwardly and shook his head wishing her to get on with the plan that he had quickly devised.

"Uhmm," he responded.

"Who is the guy you're taking?" she asked.

Kurt sighed to himself. Not only was Rachel a bit of a loud mouth, she also had a reputation for being a bit of man eater...even though she was married.

"Nobody you know," Kurt said with a faint smile on his lips as he pictured Blaine's soft curls and beautiful honey colored eyes in his head.

****

"Hello...you must be Blaine. My name is Mercedes."

"Yeah, hi! Finn said you would be nice to me," Blaine said nervously and quickly.

"He's very sweet." Mercedes said with a warm motherly smile on her face. Blaine stared at this lovely looking woman in front of him and wished he could get the big old hug that he needed from her. He could tell that she really did have a heart of gold. "What are your plans while you're in town?" Mercedes asked.

"We're going to have dinner," Blaine told her, still nervous. He ran his hand through his curls and tried to take a seat on the counter behind him. It was the only thing he could think of to stop his legs from shaking.

"Oh! Don't sit up there, dear. You're going to go out? Dinner? Then you'll need a dinner suit." Mercedes turned and started to leave and Blaine stood there completely unsure of what he was meant to do. She gave him another warm soft smile. "Come with me. I'm sure we're going to find something that your uncle will just love."

"Mercedes," Blaine said in a hushed voice, "he's not really my uncle."

"They never are dear, they never are," and she flashed him an even wider grin.

***

Blaine could hear the phone ringing before he even reached the door to the hotel room. He sprinted from the front door to the phone once he entered, hoping that he would make it before the person gave up.

"Never ever pick up the phone!" Kurt said trying to keep his tone firm. He didn't know why he was calling Blaine, it was crazy really. He had only seen him several hours ago. There was this pull. He could feel it, like he had a long piece of string that was pulling Kurt towards him.

"Then why are you calling me?" Blaine asked trying to catch his breath. Kurt couldn't help the smile that reached his lips.

"Did you buy clothes today?" Kurt asked.

"I got a suit, a damn sexy hot suit, just for you!" Blaine replied his bubbly manner now back since he had found a more than decent outfit for the evening. And he knew he looked hot in it. He couldn't wait to show it off to Kurt.

"I'll be in the hotel lobby at 7.45pm sharp," Kurt told him trying to maintain his professional manner. Boy, was it tough though! Flirting with Blaine was too easy and it appeared that Blaine was more than happy to flirt back.

"Wait, you're not coming up to the door?" Blaine asked trying to sound shocked and mortified.

"This isn't a date, this is business." But man, Kurt really did wish it was a date.

"Alright, I'll meet you in the lobby. But only because you're paying me to!"

"Well, thank you very much!" Kurt replied with just as much sass.

Kurt hung up the phone but the temptation was just too much. He leaned down and redialed. He couldn't resist talking to Blaine one more time, after all 7.45pm was a long, long way from now.

"Hello?" Blaine asked into the phone once again, wondering who was calling him now.

"I told you not to pick up the phone!" Kurt said playfully.

"Then stop calling me!" Exasperated Blaine hung up and as he whisked himself away to hang up his suit, he couldn't help but have such a lively bounce in his step.

****

Kurt's day had been long and he couldn't believe that the evening had finally arrived. He was looking forward to seeing Blaine again and he just wished he didn't have to do it with a business client. At least he would have Blaine all to himself at the end of the evening.

Kurt entered the lobby and scanned the area trying to spy the man who had so captured his attention.  

"Excuse me sir, I have a message for you," Finn said coming up behind him.

"From who?" Kurt asked not really paying attention and instead continued to scan the area around him. If they didn't leave soon, they risked being late.

"From your nephew."

Kurt stopped short. "From my who...?"

"From the young gentleman who is staying with you in your room," Finn restated.

Kurt gazed up at Finn. "I think we both know that he is not my nephew. What's the message?" he asked in a steady voice.

"He's waiting for you in the lounge," Finn told him. 

Kurt surveyed the lounge. He still couldn't spy Blaine out of the crowd. He swiveled on his feet hoping to see that mass of curls jump out at him. As if sensing him, Blaine turned in his chair that was positioned at the bar and faced Kurt, waiting for him to turn again and see him. Kurt did one last spin and then it was like a shot of lightening had hit him. He was forced to do a double take and a shocked smile came up on his face. 

Blaine had been handsome the night before but this evening, he was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He was dressed in a well fitted dark dinner suit, his hair gelled down and his face cleanly shaven. Blaine rose from his chair and walked towards him the smile evident on his face, happy that he had had such an impact on Kurt.

"You're late," Blaine said when he stood before Kurt.

"You're stunning!" Kurt breathed still unable to believe that the wonderful man standing in front of him was going to be dinning with him.

"You're forgiven," Blaine said giving him an endearing smile. Blaine couldn't lie either, he had forgotten how handsome Kurt was.

"Shall we go to dinner?" Kurt asked.

Blaine gave a short nod and allowed Kurt to guide the way.